Chapter 881



Brysen had been broken so thoroughly that she no longer clung to life itself. Yet, she couldn’t bear to watch Kallie remain in the dark, tricked by these villains.

Brysen held no resentment toward Kallie for that fateful day. Her earlier actions were merely desperate attempts to spark some doubt in Kallie’s mind.

She hadn’t anticipated that Neal would uncover her actions. As Neal recalled Brysen’s earlier behavior, a dangerous gleam flashed in his eyes. He fixed Brysen with a malevolent sneer that sent a chill through the air.

“Brysen, were you trying to signal Kallie moments earlier?” he demanded, his voice low and menacing.

Panic surged through Brysen, her body shaking as she frantically shook her head, her lips pressed tightly together in denial.

Neal, however, was far from persuaded. His face contorted into a harsher expression as he strode toward her, his movements predatory. Suddenly, he reached out, his fingers cruelly twisting into her hair and yanking her head back with brutal force. A sharp, searing pain exploded across Brysen’s scalp.

Neal exuded an aura of innate brutality, revealing his merciless side. Brysen harbored suspicions about his inherently violent streak.

Though Neal’s lips still bore a smile, it was one of pure malevolence, making Brysen’s heart pound with fear.

“Brysen,” Neal whispered, his tone deceptively soft, yet it carried the ominous echo of a lurking threat. “Haven’t I treated you well? Yes, I’ve hit and threatened you, but all I want is for you to behave properly.”

Neal’s voice was coated with feigned gentleness as he clutched Brysen’s hair, steering her toward the bathroom. His smile twisted cruelly as he spoke louder, each word a deliberate stab.

“Really, look at yourself. You’ve turned into a pathetic mess. Frankly, if I were you, the thought of facing another day would be too much to bear.”

Brysen stared at her miserable reflection, her body trembling uncontrollably. She couldn’t tell if the shiver was born of rage or intense terror. Her eyes, wide with shock, mirrored the grotesque visage that confronted her.

Scars, some fresh and weeping, marred her once beautiful features, permanent reminders of her torment. Neal’s cruel mockery didn’t stop.

“Just look at you now. Even if you return to Kallie’s side, do you think she’d still want you? I’d lose all hope if I were you. Imagine, every time you walk down the street, the whispers, the stares, calling you a monster, a freak. And remember, it’s all because of Kallie. You should despise her.”

Tears cascaded down Brysen’s cheeks, wetting the gruesome scars and making her appearance even more terrifying. Brysen couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by her own reflection. While vanity was not her priority, she was still a young woman, naturally inclined to cherish her looks. The abrupt transformation into something she could hardly recognize was more than she could bear.

Yet, despite the turmoil, Neal’s insinuations couldn’t sway Brysen’s clear thinking. She understood that Kallie was not to blame. The real culprits were the villains who had already caused her harm and now plotted against Kallie.

Brysen’s worry for Kallie consumed her. She could tell Clayton’s interest in Kallie was driven by control, not genuine affection. Clayton had no business being with someone as remarkable as Kallie.

Still, Brysen concealed her thoughts, hunched over the sink, her gaze fixed downward to avoid her frightening reflection in the mirror.

Neal misread Brysen’s demeanor as acceptance of his words, his smile tinged with smug satisfaction. The truth was that Clayton had never asked Neal to drive a wedge between Kallie and Brysen. Neal had brewed the schemes himself.

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